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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The803" data-source="post: 2213534" data-attributes="member: 23183">As you are milling about, you get a sense that everyone experienced a similar disappointment.  As the githzerai collect the canopy silk and redistribute the crystal spheres, a number of willowy blue-skinned giants begin to filter into the room from somewhere.(Jurgen and Andarin)[SBLOCK]The giants are mercane, great wizards and merchants of the planes.  They are known to avoid Sigil, and are said to have a planar metropolis of their own, known only as Union.  It is said to be much larger, but also much harder to find without an invitation, and far more dangerous than Sigil, as the very gods walk the streets there.  The mercane are shrewd business-beings, and have an unsavory reputation as having dealings with just about everyone.[/SBLOCK]One of them strides over to you, bowing politely, and looking at Bi in particular.  Greetings, godlings.  I do apologize; I trust by your looks that you had an ill rest...Bi is on her feet on the bed, her hands on her hips in a defiant stance.  Siim!  I should've known.  Let me guess, you blue bean-counters want back in to Sigil.  I'm surprised you haven't learned your lesson yet; the Cage is closed to your kind.The mercane looks dismayed; Oh I'm afraid it's quite too late for that, Bi my dear.  I will explain, but please, allow me to introduce myself.  I am Oenic Siim, bean-counter, at your service  He gives a smug smirk as he gives his title.Bi rolls her eyes and turns to you.  Yes of course.  This is Blue (Jurgen) , Green (Rhys) , Orange (Andarin) , Gold (Traore) , and Red (Clareh) .  A tip, friends, never give your real name to Merkhant; that's a mistake I'm still paying for.The mercane's long blue face lengthens with faux dismay, but his amusement is obvious in his voice; That's ridiculous.  I don't know where you get that preposterous notion, my dear.  He addresses the rest of you And do you all approve of these pseudonyms?  I'm flattered that you take me for a Merkhant, Bi, but I assure you that I am an honest merchant, as are all my kind.  I'm merely here to make you an offer on this bauble of yours, which you won't have much luck pawning off under the Lady's nose.  Let's dispense with the attitude and get down to business.I know a great deal more about this thing than any of you do.  I've been through that dream several times myself, and each time I have rejected the promise that the Githzerai are going to eventually make to you.  They will tell you that you are now immortal gods, and that you can ascend to glory if only you will do them one little favor.  I am here to offer you a very nice price for this world they've created from your hope and idealism, and to rescue you from a very foolish and seductive path.Wonderful sales pitch.  I've heard no such promise; these githzerai are just collecting ether-weave.My dear, when you do as much business as I do, you learn how githzerai think.  It's not their way to come up and announce what they've done to you.  They'll give you some nonsense about how they're unselfishly stirring a little chaos into the multiverse.  It's their little game; create some new immortals and turn them loose to see what kind of trouble they get themselves into.Most mortals are happy for the opportunity until they realize that being a god subjects you to dangers and torments that mortals cannot begin to imagine.  It catches up with you, believe me.  Once you're running scared, some "sympathetic" githzerai will tumble to you that the only way to attain your true godhood is to find your stasis on the Astral Plane and clear it of their upstart brothers and sisters.Or you skip all that and I can give each of you three wishes, to use as you see fit.  That's my offer.  You know where to find me, Bi.Several stern-looking githzerai have gathered around and are giving Siim very nasty looks.  One of them steps between the giant and the bed and puts a finger sharply in Siim's long face, which recoils in shock, obviously unused to such open defiance.  Awright, stickyfingers, they've heard your noise.  Be a good little peddler and move along; these bloods just woke up.</blockquote>

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